Just a simple stare from her ravages my thoughts, stumbling
me into lust and a need for her. I am obsessed.
Her hand slides along my hips as I taste her open mouth and candy
tongue. I want to fill her, to please
her, yet the burden of clothes slows my purpose. I pause for a moment, breathing heavily, focusing
on my stupid belt and buckle. I fight
with the beast who does not understand clothes cost money, eventually it wins
and I tear her panties with my bare hands, entering her before my pants even
hit the ground.
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